Ode to 14St/8Av

sundry sounds aplenty, the city heaves a tangled mess, headphones cry gravity wells under thick concrete gray sky above, sweaty tunnels below the subway zips a torrent dances upon kiss my lips a stench, an odor, a flinch bracing, hardening, frozen a stampede of steps, a barrage of sound this vessel once empty, now brimming and buzzing compelled to exit, we kick, climb even pulsing and breathing each step strumming atop the stairwell, singing The post Ode to 14St/8Av appeared first on stephen.nyc.